Lights twinkling. Ornaments dangling. Stockings hanging. Kringle the Elf hiding. Music playing.
'Tis the season.
It is my all-time favorite time of the year. Not because of the shopping and baking and gift-giving and gift-getting. But because of real meaning behind the celebration.
I love decorating my house for Christmas. Sitting in a room with only the twinkling lights from the tree calms my soul. Listening to Christmas carols makes my heart beat a little faster. Watching the excitement in the eyes of the children thrills me to no end.
While we listened to Christmas music on the way home last night, I prayed for my heart to stay focused on the story of Christmas. On the sacrifice. On the beauty of a woman who stepped into the story God was writing for her life. On the humility of a man who raised a boy in a way that made the Father proud. On the life of the greatest Gift ever given.
A gift that came in the form of tiny, squirmy, yummy newborn baby. Born in the filthiest of conditions. Born to save us from ourselves.
I can't think of a better gift to give someone this year than the story of Jesus.
I am so thankful for the gift of salvation. I received so many years ago. But I'm even more grateful for the relationship I have with Jesus everyday.
As we usher in the Christmas season, we, as Christians, have the opportunity to show the world the real meaning for the celebration. May our very lives tell them the story of the Gospel.
'Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift.'
2 Corinthians 9:15